“Yes.
I’m happy with it.”
“Whoa.
You got the seven seater?
You have any kids?”
I laughed.
“No.
I have no excuse, other than that the salesman was very good at selling me features.”
We were inside and belted before I looked at her again.
I could smell her in the small space.
She smelled so good that it was playing havoc with my peace of mind.
Like vanilla, maybe a touch of lemon, and some hint of what could only be her hot little body after a good workout.
I was shamefully happy that she hadn’t showered after the workout.
I had a very clear visual of me licking every bit of that salty sweet sweat off her, and since that wouldn’t be happening, I at least had a smell to obsess over in place of that.
She reclined her seat until she was lying down flat.
Her mouthwatering breasts pointed straight up in that position.
“That is so cool.
What is that called?
The glass ceiling?”
“An all glass panoramic roof.
Like I said, the salesman was very good at selling me features, even ones I didn’t need.”
I started the car, waiting for her to tell me where to go.
When we just sat there for a few minutes, I asked, “So, where can I drop you?”
She brought her seat back up.
“Aren’t you going to invite me back to your place?
I want to see your house.
And I’d like to try whatever concoction you make yourself drink after your workout.”
I smiled and shook my head.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Iris.
You are much too young to be inviting yourself to some man’s house.
Especially an old guy like me.”
“How old are you?” she asked, sounding only vaguely curious about that.
“Forty.
Old.
How old are you?”
“Twenty-four, Alasdair.
Old enough for any damn thing.”
I gave her a gimlet-eyed look, sure she was messing with me.
“I don’t believe you.
Prove it.
Show me your ID.”
She giggled like I’d just said the funniest thing, but she did bend forward to fish around in her bag, retrieving a small pink wallet.
“What?
You think I’m jailbait?”
“Something like that.”
She handed me a Nevada driver’s license.
I studied it, did some quick math, then studied it some more.
It was real, as far as I could tell, and it did place her at twenty-four.
I could hardly believe it.
“I’m still way too old for you.”
“Your cock doesn’t agree.”
Her tone was so innocent that it took me a moment to process what she’d said.
I flushed bright red.
“My cock doesn’t know what’s good for it.”
“But I do.”
Her voice was whisper soft and breathy.
I put the car in reverse.
“You sure about this?”
Mr. Beautiful will be a male POV continuation of the UITA series.
The bulk of the novel will take place after the events in Grounded.
However, there will also be many, many bonus male POV scenes from the first three books.
A TEASER FROM
MR. BEAUTIFUL
COMING 2014
WARNING:
THIS TEASER CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE
UP IN THE AIR
SERIES
JAMES
I couldn’t sleep after the shooting.
Bianca slept like a baby, like she never had before, like every worry she’d ever had had disappeared with the death of her father.
But not me.
I was more restless than ever.
A miracle had saved her, not me, and I felt helpless because of it.
It was not a feeling that fit me well.
In fact, it made my skin crawl in discomfort. In anger.
It had been months since the attack.
She and Stephan were healed physically, and it seemed emotionally, but I felt the wounds as though they were fresh.
What had
almost
happened haunted me.
I was a man that needed control, and I’d been shown, in the starkest way possible, that I had
none
.
I sat scant feet away from our bed, watching Bianca sleep.
She was nude, with not so much as a sheet covering her.
I’d seen to that.
I watched her lithe form shift on the bed, one long leg hitching up to give me a glimpse of the pink between her legs.
I felt like a fucking stalker.
In fact, I was one, watching her for hours on end, night after night.
I tensed when I realized she’d roused.
It disturbed her that I couldn’t sleep, when she deserved peace more than anyone.
She sat up, and I watched her heavy breasts swaying with the movement.
“James.”
Her voice was the softest utterance.
“Love,” I answered, feeling the dark mood that had overtaken me lift in an instant.
Just having her eyes on me could do that.
She crawled across the bed toward me.
She’d always had an uncanny ability to do exactly the thing that would drive me the most wild, and she’d only gotten better at that over time.
She didn’t hide her body from me as she moved.
In fact, she posed for me, even the exposure of her body an act of submission.
As though reading my thoughts, as though even those were a command, she paused on the edge of the bed, parting her legs to let me look my fill before she rose, approaching my chair.
I stood to meet her, my body drawn tight, my cock throbbing as though I hadn’t come, buried inside of her, just hours before.
I was a statue as she leaned up to my ear, my brows drawing together in a question.
Her lips touched my ear as she spoke.
“Hurt me,” she whispered raggedly.
My eyes shut tight, my jaw went slack, and a shudder wracked my entire body.
I’d avoided all of the rough stuff since she’d been injured, but God had I missed it.
“We don’t have to, Bianca.
It’s not necess-”
She gripped my hair, pulling my face down to her injured cheek.
She dug her jaw into me so hard that I knew it must have been hurting her badly.
It was healed now, but I knew it was still sore.
“I need it,” she rasped into my ear.
“I’ll never stop needing it.
Please.”
I pulled back, and my hands trembled as I cupped her face in my hands, my eyes searching hers desperately for what I wanted to see.
Need.
Yes
.
She needed this as much as I did.
Perhaps more so.
“Get on the bed,” I told her thickly.